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relaxed inthe waters that
surround me.
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in the feeling that i,m safe, as
the waters are warm i hear
noises not knowing what
they are or where theycome from.
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homein the water this place i
call the womb.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC
There were people in every room
Inthe hallway
In the street
There was no where safe
No escape
No secret harbour
Nothing
Eventually he found an alleyway
Wonderfully empty
Until he noticed the human canvas
Sitting crosslegged in the corner
That's the day he painted his first masterpiece
Thats the day that he met me
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 4:43 AM UTC
it's the middle of
the afternoon
on one of those warm
winter days,
that hold the promise
of summer inthe brightness
of the sun..
and we three are at the park
having swung to the sky
on the swings, gone up and slid down the slippery dip
a dozen times
and made ourselves dizzy
on the merrygoround
we now sit quietly, watching
pelicans and ducks
icecream, soft serves melt
in hands and on toungue.
when we are down here
we will go down to the jetty
and throw our bread upon
the water for ducks and pelicans to squabble over
and then home to play
in the garden....
before dinner.......
there is a simplicity
to this.....yet it deserves
to be written... for it is too beautiful an afternoon
to be forgotten
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC
We used to like to stay up all night
Drink from sundown until it shined again
******* inthe morning dew with whiskey tainted breath
Smoking cigarettes until our lungs blackened
We all knew, in the backs of our heads
That we were having a little too much fun
Coming home drunk and stumbling up stairs
Is only satisfying until you realize that people care
We liked ***** whiskey and ***
Irish breakfasts were the only ones for us
Getting ****** up was the only constant
Going to school hungover and not caring if we bombed it
We were in for that rude awakening
We never knew how far we had to run
Those fateful, wilderness years
Very well could've been the best time of my life
Underneath the alcohol, blood and tears
You could cut the immaturity with a knife
It's really all kind of sad to think
About all the things I can't remember now
Lost in the cosmic consciousness
Innocent brain cells killed in the name of cowardice
But now I couldn't be any more thankful
Those years taught what no person could
I was only nineteen but now I know
That if I want to drink, I should double think if I should
I'm only human, despite the previous display
Of thinking foolishly or immortality
The weird thing is that I regret nothing
Everything progressed as it would, naturally
After all
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 11:36 AM UTC
.Ah! Beautiful Selene-Bathe your naked body inThe waters of the ocean,Set your long hair against The wind,So lustrous in the moonlight.Your shepherd prince Endymion,You prayed his soul to keep.A cold cave for his sanctuary,You make love in his sleep.Against the archingBlack canopy of sky,Your tears fall andWe call it rain-As your fiery chariotPrepares to touch downOn a planet so full-Of the clinically insane.The sea of Tranquility calls outyour name.
Jan 30, 2010
Jan 30, 2010 at 10:22 PM UTC
i used to pace my room
in confusion of why i couldn't get over
the single month we spent together
sharing coffee, kisses, stories, bodies
i barely knew your middle name
but we talked again a few days ago
and i asked you, "do you think
if the people we are now were to
have met eachother before the
people we were then, we would've
had a chance?"
inthe moment it took
for you to reply
i finally figured it out
me and him, we are the
connection, as opposed
to the attraction i have
mistaken it for, he taught
me how to love softly, he
talks like he still knows me
and i still don't trust it but
i have never experienced
anything like this and
now i am pacing my room
again, caught on a simple
text message, sent 11:29am,
that reads "yes, i do."
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 5:01 AM UTC
on the opposite side of
the world
the green budded fingernails
of the frangipani unfurl
to their lush full verdancy
all the flowers stand tall
to see the sun
and open coloured arms
for a full-scented hug
the birds are all a twitter
with nursery nests
and sqeaking chirking beaks
and in the pond small rafts of gelatinous eggs are watched over by frogs
there is that wonderful
tang of warm salt and
eucalypt wafting inthe breeze
autumn for us down
under just a pleasant
memory...
here we now look forward
to the summer sun..
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
And I think that your eyes
could rival the night skies
inthe language of
brilliance and starstruck
A small smile from you
makes the wait work the view
and I love
when it's pointed at me.
Because your brilliant shyness
at any attention
(that is well deserved)
is enough to make a poet stop writi
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 8:38 PM UTC
If I rewrote the story and somehow are paths
did not cross.
In temptations fire.
We would only know the cold of others.
Freezing in the silent agony unable
to speak.
The statue remains its meaning erased.
As into others we will seek.
The emotions we no longer share.
Alone I am now inthe isolation of many blank
stares.
The jokes are but a wall built to conceal.
All that I am.
That I could never reveal.
Use the substances to keep you numb.
And let the voices take you to another place.
Beyond the madness there lies
beauthy in pain.
And always truth.
Destruction breeds art.
I light up in a room of vacant stares
and empty lives.
To blind in addiction to know the other does exist.
In this den like some scene from a ***** parlor from the west.
Ashes hit the floor along with my pride.
This battle im losing with devilish glee.
All but nothing is left.
so in the shadows I confide.
Apr 16, 2010
Apr 16, 2010 at 9:04 PM UTC
Am unsure about the interactions I make with people
Do they hold friendship or carry enemies ?
Am unsure about the way the wind roars
Does it carry rain or hold tsunamis
Am unsure about the changes of the colors Inthe Sky change
Do they only mean dask and dawn ?
Am unsure about technology
Does it really benefit man or it's a complete waste?
Am unsure about the way am trying to relay this poem on a piece of technology
Will anyone want to grab the baton ?
And if I do run will I be able to finish or just wasting my time ?
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
i am willing to help you find all of
your pieces to buy you the tread
and needle you'll need once
you've gathered them and i
promise not to look or make
pained faces while you put
yourself back together inthe
quiet of y o u r basement
bedroom because i know
what it means to feel like
you're missing a limb but
the ache is coming from
somewhere deeper
deeper
deeper
than you ever could
have imagined your
chest could sink it
is so scary to wake
up and not be sure
if your lungs are
still connected or
if you're going to
be able to get off
thecouchbecause
you've been too
sad to sleep in
your own bed
please know
that i will not
forceyoutobe
h a p p y or
give up your
past, but i
will be here
if you decide
to do those things
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 2:37 AM UTC
.Well, there's another idea that died in your mouth!Are you still waiting for eyes to see beyond the little door?What is behind it?An open shoe box full of your poetry?There's cliches clothed in their Sunday finest.Shiny shoes and a red bow-tie.To escape naked into the streets inthe middle of an uncomfortable conversation,only to find that your cigarette was lit and wasbackward in your lips.You screamed for the fire department andyour father just laughed.Just when the dust on your wine bottlewas finally at its thickest,someone entered the roomand polished it off.Pardon my smile, butyou are so funny!Did you cry asyour insect collectionwas flying away?Lace up your shoes,because I double checked your closetand there ain't no bears in there.And, yeah. I'd quit smoking if I were you..
Feb 20, 2010
Feb 20, 2010 at 1:56 PM UTC
where do i stand
i stand my ground
i stand to speak my mind
i stand alone watching the hurt
i stand to keep the people i know and love safe
i stand when theres nothing but terror
i stand inthe deepest shadows
i stand when theres nothing even lft fighting for
i stand to lift and picking up when your not strong nought any more
i stand when your fight dsnt have a reson to keep going
i stand tobe there when the end of the world happens
your not alone
cause i have your back
im the one who will take every thing that hurts you
im the one to listen to pick you up to keep you safe
WHERE do you stand
do you stand beside me
or do you let te corrupt society rip you apart
where do i stand i stand with no regrets nor fear i stand strong for any one who need me ill take all the hurt pain weakness you cant hold
(WHERE) do you stand
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 7:26 AM UTC
When can we see the truth
Why do people lie
Say things that aren't real
Why do people cry
Hiding the things they feel
Why do people leave
Do they have something to gain
Why do people die
Leaving others in pain
Where can we see the truth
Not in the words people speak
Not in the smiles people seek
Not in the suitcases we carry
Not inthe things left behind to burry
How can we see the truth
Not by opening our ears to hear
Not by hiding all our tears
Not by running in a fight
Not by fading away with the light
Why are people so mean
Why can they not just see
Are they scared of what they do not see
Is opening their heart just to hard for them
Is their opinois that slim
The damage may already be done
The scars may be to hard to mend
How do you tell the truth from a lie
Or is the truth just one big lie
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 6:04 AM UTC
Failing topics and endless sunburst
Green stained bronze, for this ball room chatter
Dreams of you on the mezzanine
Coming down the stairs happy to see me
Yet now they have reversed. It is you
Who can not come upstairs, house of proper
My wife giving akward glances from over her shoulder ,
Old friends , and ***** dens
Memories hidden inthe dust and murk
Wallow in squalor , under the decks of a high hoisted ,
Eleven white painted canvas for a tall ship
Cutting lukewarm Mediterranean seas
Falling tropics, and sand breeze
Dry humidity, salty clothes, silence over the wind
Hailing a cab
The splashing of more important things around me, a chill ness that kisses my entire face up and down, runs her sleek January nothing through my hair.
Saving fair a block early to get a bite to eat
Fair weather traveller heading home to his hole
Digging to come out the turnstile
Old habits / catching the subway.
Merry weather fan, snacking on peanuts
Glancing out the window, over your nervousness
How high do planes fly? 35000 feet and you've never looked better, smiles shaking hands with each other. Strangers , every time
Experiencing life in second sight.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC
In a new land I await
The moon is always visable
Yet it is not dark
There are no shadows
No sounds disturbs this tranquil land
I walk alone and feel no pain
I leave no footsteps inthe sand
There is no sun
I feel no cold
I am where I began
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 7:52 AM UTC
I MOVE IN THE VIBRATION OF LIGHT.
THE ENERGY OF MY ESSENCE -LOVE.
I DANCE WITH ATTITUDE OF GRATITUDE.
THE GIFT OF LIFE FED ME FROM THE DIVINE
AND SOUL.
I CELEBRATE INTHE BREATH THAT HUGS,
AND MOMENT THAT EXPANDS MY JOURNEY.
I LIVE IN THE CURRENTS THAT CARRY,
AS I FLOAT WITH THE LIFE-PRESERVER OF SUN.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC
There's a picture on the wall in a frame....
Maybe it's your family...
Maybe it's mine..
and inthe picture in the frame on the wall
Hangs a family on the wall
.... and Over the years
... Slowly
the picture tilts...
Little by little....
Years go by and ...
The picture on the wall is now crooked...
cause wear and tear will do that to a family
.... Or......
a portrait.... but....
Do we take the picture off the wall....
And replace it....
Or do we fix it...
Cause the memory is worth the history involved
and relevant to a love that once was not at all crooked....
not at all faded, or crooked...
but life has a way of shaking us all up...
...There's a picture on the wall in a frame....
Maybe it's your family...
Maybe it's mine..
Maybe it's u and ur best friend...
Maybe the one u love.........
There's a picture on the wall in a frame....
Maybe it's your family...
Maybe it's mine....
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
I am capable of being an inticate wirter,
I have the happensatance on happenstance,
a
nd lecture to the gods that made wine and whiskey decent,,
so I'll sar face, and tell you that I will dissolveinto a bottole of decent phd balanced wtaer...
you are amiliar with thoseairpborre [ils? yeah thats's thow I go,,
I dissovlvejust just like a hellbent sailor, and a hellbent sailor ispnetjhat smils sand glssensup the deck
and isdefinitel inthe crowsnest
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 2:43 AM UTC
How beautiful she is
Ohhhhhh Goddddd
Today She should be the most
Happiest person inthe world
But I did a foolish thing
Let her enjoy her day pls
And let me live my own life pls
She is AWESOME
She is ADORABLE
She is EVERYTHING
No Words
And Only Wishes
God,Pls Be with her always..
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
i feel
myself;
inthequiet
& i can.
breathe.
again.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
her dark aspect speaks lifting auras
lighting candles
speaking soft and frail
convoluted distorted messages
leaked like viscous heaven from dead eyes
when the opiates subside
she rides
monochrome + ****** up
like the march of a thousand upstart flies
into patches where she leaves
symbols inthe passing night
hearts so harlequin
they moan with lust
when strangers shadow by
never really caring
never understanding
that it is that golden crown
that twists her red dress
into deeper sadness
I am enthralled by the storys that you tell,
just as I am in love with the shape of your smile
does he speak to you the way that I do
does he think the way that you and I do
i dont care if im absolved do you
i dont care that it went this far do you
red aspect speaks
repeating in my dreams
this is what I truly want
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC